Considering that she was working for a publication that does not value art criticism, she did an admirable job. The Weekly never valued visual arts, even in its 1980s heyday. Its coverage has always been spotty and its favorite tone has always been smug.

Peters isn’t smug, but her choices were often mysterious, especially considering how much is going on and how little space she had to cover it. Aside from that, she was swell.

Now she has a chance to be swell in another field. Her play, “Piece of You,” runs through Feb. 24 at LiveGirls! Theater, 2220 N.W. Market in Ballard. Fridays, Saturdays and Mondays at 7:30 p.m. $12 at the door or in advance at www.brownpapertickets.com.

The story is based on fact, a one-night encounter between James Dean and Barbara Hutton. Dean, 23, is between films. Hutton, 42, is between marriages. In the immortal words of Marvin Gaye, they get it on.

Here’s Peters’ description: “While Dean craved fame and fortune, Hutton had both from birth. They met just as his star was rising and hers was fading. The result is a riveting drama of
wordplay, foreplay and wit.” Peters elaborated on Hutton’s sad story: “Basically cursed by inherited wealth, she went through seven marriages and ultimately died near penniless. “

Here’s what I emailed Peters back: “I want to be cursed by inherited wealth. Any relatives out there I don’t know about, beside the usual n’e’er-do-wells, can contact me any time to pour the taint of riches into my life. In other words, I’ve heard sadder stories. I like the sex angle, but sympathy for a woman with too many maids and too many tickets to anywhere she wants to go will be something of a hard sell. Call it class blinders. Thanks for telling me. Will try to show up. And I like the title.”

I liked the title because she’s mistyped it as “Piece if You.” The real title, “Piece of You,” doesn’t ring the same likably weird bell.